In Hiding
buried
beneath the confusion of words
lay the forgotten treasure of
understanding
knowledge left stranded
to wander the sands of time
awaiting rescue
everywhere maps of misdirections
appeal to seekers who
hide keys from themselves
no seas need be crossed
no more need be explored
save turning of inner thoughtstones
the one uncharted frontier
feared most, few eyes see
its disguise of obviousness
the answer
shrouded in darkness
just behind
the field of vision
in the end
nothing was hidden
save that man had hidden himself
someplace
where the silent answers
would never find him
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